The breath of the morning breeze
will fall, fragrant of musk

The world grown old
will be young again

The redbud tree will give its cornelian cup
to the lily, the narcissus its blackfire gaze
to the anenome.

If you put off for tomorrow, heart,
the joy of today

Who will guarantee the funds
for the fidelity trust of the day after?

If from mosque to tavern I stumble
don't complain,

Long is the council of admonition,
Time there will be.

To this side of existence for you alone
Hafez has come.

Set your foot to bid him goodbye
Soon he will be passing.